Happy Birthday To My Wife

A dinner, deferred.

For the second year in a row, I must apologize to Carlene MacMillan, M.D. She is my wife, and I want you to know she has no other nicknames. I don't call Carly. I don't call her Carlatta. Nobody does. Her friends call her Carlene. Her family calls her Carlene. That's her name. It's her birthday today. Unfortunately, I won't be able to take her out to dinner for her birthday. There was an issue with the prior authorization of tonight’s dinner—but that was last year, and thanks to a subsequent review, it's determined that Carlene is, in fact, romantically necessary. Unfortunately, we're still not going to be able to have dinner tonight.

We were asked for prior authorization last Valentine's Day prior to that meal, and it was determined that it wasn't romantically necessary because I hadn't tried biosimilar partners (e.g., I had not had a date with Claire Danes yet):

Updated references. 4/2020 Updated references and Bio-similar confirmation as per protocol: